I finished my shower and turned to leave, when Daddy entered the bathroom, I looked at him in surprise as I had been taking care of my own drying for years now.

While I started toweling dry my hair he just watched. I felt kind of funny, but after all, this was MY Daddy. When I reached for a towel to start on my body Daddy took it and told me to let him do it. So I did. I mean, he is my Daddy, and I love him, and trust him, so why not?

He rubbed my body until it tingled all over and was a rosy pink, then he took my hand and lead me into my bedroom where my nightie was laid out waiting for me.

I reached up to give him a hug and a kiss to thank him for his help, but he turned his face so that my kiss landed on his lips, his kiss lingered ... it was frightening, but also exciting. I pulled back. He seemed to understand what I was feeling ... then offered to rub baby powder into my skin.

“But Daddy, I’m not a baby, I’m fourteen! I haven’t used baby powder since I started my period a year ago.” I giggled.

But he told me that it would make me feel good and dry, so I said okay.

He told me to lie on my stomach so I laid down on my bed, at first unsure, but after awhile it just felt so nice so I relaxed, after all, this is my Daddy, he wouldn’t hurt me.

His hands wandered over my back and down my legs, then he playfully spanked my behind, and when I protested a little he reminded me that he was my Dad, and that this was just a game that he and I have played it often before, he spanked me again, and I tried to escape, not very hard as it was fun, then the spanking turned into something else, “Mmmmm, feels good Daddy! more please, oohhhhh!!”